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Chapter 2

Lindsay flicked the radio onto Z100. It was one of the better stations out there, it had a good mix of genres. It would at least stave of the boredom til she got to the warehouse.

And now for the news.

New York cities biggest drug bust in it's history went down today. A narcotics tactical squad stormed a warehouse in the downtown area. A reported $100,000,000 of cocaine was discovered. A recorded interview with the lead detective on the case was taken...

Lindsay smiled to herself. Trust Flack to get himself into the record books. It was about damn time though. She turned the volume dial up just a bit so she could hear it properly.

At this early stage in the investigation it is impossible to tell what exactly went on here today. I can tell you that there was only 2 casualties today. A gang-member was killed and a NYPD detective sustained minor injuries.It is confirmed that the body found in the warehouse was crime family leader Gavin Wilder I'd like to thank the public for being so cooperative. I can assure you that our Crime Scene Invstigators are working flat out at the moment to get an exact chain of events.

Lindsay smiled to herself. That wasn't a forced interview or anything, she could hear the strain in his voice. This was a big scene. She could imagine how long this was going to take. She turned the radio down again once the news concluded. It wasn't too much longer to the warehouse and she occupied herself by simply drumming her fingers along to the songs on the radio. The warehouse came into view. She could see Adam's car parked next the entrance. Turning of the ignition she slid out of the front and pulled her crime scene kit of the seat next to her.

The red plastic curtains blew softly in the wind. It was so quiet. She had at least expected the cops to be talking. But it was silent. Only the traffic sounds could be heard. She automatically thought the worse. She placed her kit on the floor and took her pistol out of it's holder. And edged through the curtains. She looked around the 18-wheeler that stood by the entrance.

'Adam.' She shouted. Her voice echoing in the warehouse. Her answer was more silence. Lindsay pointed her gun round the corner. She heard foot-steps behind her,

'LINDS!' She swung round in time too see a fist rocket through the air at her face. She ducked and slid to the ground. A hand stamped on her shoulder and the gun butt whacked her across the face. Blistering pain ripped through her head and shoulder then all went black.

Adam was sat in the back a truck two NYPD cops opposite him. His face was a mass of bruises and blood. He cradled his hand in the crook of his elbow. It angered him that he let himself to fail like this. And now here he was. Being held hostage by two crazy Irish mobsters. He knew someone form the lab would show up soon. He didn't know who. But someone was coming. He'd given away one of the lab's biggest secrets. If he could only escape and set things right again. Damn his hand hurt. He'd heard the car pull up outside and the door slam shut. The foot-steps were light. It wasn't Danny, Hawkes or Mac. That left the women. He'd be happy with either one but he knew if his hostage takers got her. They wouldn't go easy on them. Woman or not. So when he saw Lindsay poke her head round the side of the truck opposite his stomach dropped.

The man in the overalls and a balaclava walked up behind her.

'Linds' He yelled. His jaw screaming with the effort. He saw her slide along the ground and scream as a foot crunched against her shoulder blade. The rifle butt smashing into her face made him wince. Her limp body was dragged unceremoniously across the floor and her head caught the side of the truck as she was bundled beside him.

He shifted himself so her head was resting on his uninjured arm. A large bruise was forming across half of her face. Hard footsteps alerted him to someone's presence.

'Something's gone wrong.' The hostage taker snarled at him.

'It seems our friends at the lab have run into some trouble with your bosses. And now they need a bargaining chip. ' Her slapped Lindsay round the face to bring her round. She groaned and struggled to open her eyes. Her shoulder was twisted at an odd angle and her head was splitting into five different pieces.

'Grab the bitch. She'll do nicely.'